Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.